NO PLACE LIKE A HOME

(This is a Ghazal. Look it up. this is a poem that I got paid $5 for the first internet printing. Its still up there. Yes I am proud.) Beware my friends of slick December roads lost at misty bus stops rather than shelter once loved delicate unbalanced pride welcomes restless sleep, take your place, stand your ground, demand to be loved once forever arranging folded hopes among old boxes in remembrance of flowers mama once loved Sitting all day never saying “Please do come in” drinking from yesterdays cup someone loved once Cold rainy mornings surly beat wet frozen snow hard benches, dust and mud replace cotton sheets once loved If homeless, I’d have no cash for a motel 6, I’d have no home only faded memories of being loved once Rick Slottow